Your eyes came alive with red lightning.
The fire brewed in the spirit, you had been drinking.
A dust storm settled around your soul.
You became a little abrasive, to all those you know.
The hail whipped your back, on the clearest of days.
Even when the sun dries up the puddle, the pain stays.
Bare foot walk across broken glass.
The shards deep as the feelings from the past.
Peoples questions mine deep, drilling for your best.
Your secrets kept in a vault, close to your chest.
The only thing escaping, the vented feelings.
Radiating illness, sadness and hatred seepage.
It bubbles to the top, tied back down to a liquid knot.
A rupturing heart, its burning magma flow.
Fist of fire-ball energy, capped with the hearts snow.
The messages wont breach the hearts walls, but floats in your head.
Trying to catch a miracle, in life’s flimsy web.
© Deon Heemskerk 10-5-2012